Me-fucking-Yow, again. Actually, I should be saying ROAR, I suppose. Except you can’t fit a “fucking” in the middle of ROAR. Anyway. I haven’t yet acclimated to being home yet, and I still need to be reminded to use my inside voice, especially first thing in the morning when the Toddler is screaming at the top of her lungs because (I’m not kidding!) her father is not home. Never mind that he’s not home when she wakes up EVERY SINGLE DAY. We still have to do this. Every day. The screaming.
So. Not so much feline indifference and snobbery, more bear-like impatience and volume. So Ro-fucking-ar.
We’ve been invaded by germs, therefore the obligatory desperate medication experiment-and with cold medicine comes, as usual- more paranoia. The whole time I was away and disconnected from my Internet IV, I worried that my websites would fall, my clients would hire younger, child-free designers who have full use of their hands. I was convinced the plane would fall from the sky on the way home, I just knew my husband would wreck the car on the way to pick us up. After an uneventful week home, clients counted, snuggled into my warm capable if disabled hands, car safely in the driveway, planes safely on the ground, things were starting to ease up. Then the Germs came, and when homeopathy and herbs didn’t allow me to rest, I relented, had my dad pick up some Alka Seltzer nighttime cold fizzy drink. In my muddled brain I truly thought that the drinkability made it somehow less potent as a medicine. Less damaging. Until a few hours after that first dose (which did knock me out for a little while, yes) when I found myself rocking in the bed, grinding my teeth, mind racing as if I was coming down off a three day trip. Not that I know what that feels like, TeenHer. I’m just speculating. Really.
Not one to jump to conclusions, I had to try it one more time, and now I know for sure-cold medicine, in any form at all ever, is a bad idea for me. Not night-time so you can rest formula, no daytime so you can work formula. No cold medicine! Ever!
Lost my train of thought. Two days later and I’m still not right. Maybe I’ll never be right. Maybe I’ve never BEEN right! Oh God.
It’s almost time for blog-a-day month, so in keeping with tradition I think I’ll keep this nonsensical ramble pretty short. See you on Thursday.